Fun & Famous
WHY IT'S A SHAME
THAT I (AGAIN) DID NOT WIN THE LOTTERY
After my first sip of champagne, I surfed like a madman to the lottery site in question to collect my millions. 'At this moment, the results are not yet visible,' was the message. That always gives me a bit of a rash, but okay. I can wait for those euros.
An hour later, I was sitting with my love on the edge of the couch. And yes, that little wheel started to add up, only to drop back to zero-point-zero-zero in a flash. Absolutely nothing, poof all my dreams out the window. And that's quite sad, because otherwise, I would have headed from the editorial office to the PC an hour earlier today. Just like the rest of cuckoo Netherlands with a lottery ticket, I also had my wishes ready.
1. I really wanted a designer bag. And especially now.
the Jimmy from Kiek is ridiculously pretty on her desk. 2. And what the hell, I would have also added.
a massive belt and jewels of boots (in the context of 'you won't feel a thing', right?). 3. On Saturday morning, I had planned a lightning visit to our favorites in Dubai. A nice meal at that insane seafood restaurant on the beach and then back again, such a story.
4. But only after I had ticked off my brand new car and house (you have to invest in stone,.
by the way, you want to know this when buying a house, ).
“Yes dear readers, it could have been so much fun.”
5. And enough about me, because my boyfriend also had some wishes. An absurdly large pick-up truck, for example. I don't know why, but whatever.
6. And that he would then stop working, just to do volunteer work and help people (I think that's quite noble).
7. But first, we would let loose on a tropical island.
8. Oh, and for all this, I would shop long at DUO for a cup of coffee with a check (do those still exist?) to pay off my student debt down to the last cent.
9. And finally, I would go shopping one more time, just because I can. And this time not just for myself, but to pamper all those lovely people who have been putting up with my broke self for ages.
Yes dear readers, it could have been so much fun. But instead, I am one illusion and one lottery ticket poorer, and I will soon be sitting in traffic in my old trusty car on my way to the same old, same old house (with a boyfriend without a pick-up truck).
